In my hands I hold my completed manuscript, to be sent to a publisher today. Whew! What a relief. Now I can get back to fun stuff like writing new poems and visiting other blogs.
Special thanks to all of those who helped in the revision process.
Whenever I send poems into the world, through that limbo known as the postal service, my world is golden. I haven't been rejected yet. There's a sliver of hope in every unopened letter. I can now go about my life knowing that someone has my work in his or her hands, poems I've labored over for years. And maybe, just maybe, there's an acceptance in my future.
May all of our poetry find safe haven today.